Chapter 265 A Death warrant from the capital!

A few days later, on Hainan Island.

The afternoon sun was just right, neither too hot nor too dry.

The postman rode his familiar old-fashioned bicycle and stopped in front of the Gu family's courtyard.

"Grandma Chen, here's your newspaper!"

"You're here!" Grandma Chen replied with a smile and came out of the house.

She took the newspaper, still smelling of ink, and returned to the wicker chair in the yard.

Gu Beichen had already carried his daughter back into the house, while his maternal grandfather, Chen Zhongwen, was preparing dinner in the kitchen.

Gu Ping'an yawned in the cradle and fell into a deep sleep.

The courtyard was peaceful.

Grandma Chen put on her reading glasses, smiled, and skillfully opened the kraft paper envelope.

She unfolded the newspaper, ready to start reading from the front page.

The instant she turned the pages of the newspaper, some colorless and odorless fine powder, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, quietly rose from the folds of the newspaper and drifted into the warm air.

Old Mrs. Chen was completely unaware of this.

As usual, she brought the newspaper closer and carefully read the words on it.

"Old woman!"

Grandpa Chen Zhongwen's exclamation was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, tearing apart the afternoon's tranquility.

Gu Beichen was reading a document under the eaves when he heard the sound and looked up.

With just one glance, the blood in his body seemed to freeze instantly.

On the rattan chair, Old Mrs. Chen, who had just been comfortably reading the newspaper, was now clutching her throat in pain.

Her breathing became unusually rapid, and a strange, wheezing sound, like a bellows, came from her throat, as if she were being tightly choked by an invisible hand.

That once smiling, rosy face was turning bluish-purple at an alarming speed.

Her hand holding the newspaper trembled violently, then fell limply to her side, and she slid softly off the wicker chair.

"relatives by marriage!"

"grandmother!"

Zhang Huilan and Chen Zhongwen screamed almost simultaneously, and the courtyard instantly descended into chaos.

Gu Beichen's mind went blank for a moment, but his instincts, honed from years of walking on the edge of life and death, allowed him to regain absolute composure in the next second.

He rushed over and squatted down next to Old Lady Chen, placing his long, slender fingers on her carotid artery.

The pulse was extremely weak, almost imperceptible.

Breathing was almost nonexistent.

A classic case of acute anaphylactic shock! Laryngeal edema caused suffocation!

"Quick! Get her to the hospital!" Chen Zhongwen was so panicked that he frantically tried to carry his wife on his back.

"It's too late!"

Gu Beichen's voice was deep and calm, carrying an undeniable decisiveness.

He grabbed his grandfather's hand, stopping this potentially fatal mistake.

In such circumstances, even the slightest bump could hasten death.

Just as his family was in a state of panic, a clear, cold female voice suddenly exploded in his mind.

"Beichen, keep this box safe. The sealed glass vial at the bottom—do not touch it unless absolutely necessary. It contains adrenaline that I purified using a special method, specifically for treating the most acute anaphylactic shock. Remember, only use it when someone is on the verge of death. It can save lives!"

It's Su Yue.

These were the words she said when she solemnly handed him the medical kit before she left.

Gu Beichen suddenly stood up and rushed into the bedroom like a cheetah.

The military green medical kit that Su Yue left behind sat quietly on the bedside table.

He flung open the box, ignoring the neatly arranged layers of gauze and common medicines on top, and reached straight to the bottom.

He took out a small brown glass bottle sealed with wax.

Inside the bottle was a syringe already filled with a pale yellow liquid.

This is the final barrier left behind by Su Yue.

Without the slightest hesitation, Gu Beichen grabbed the life-saving injection and rushed back to the courtyard.

At this point, Old Mrs. Chen had completely lost consciousness, and her body began to twitch slightly, with a bluish-purple color spreading from her face to her entire body.

"Get out of the way!"

Gu Beichen let out a low growl, knelt down beside Old Madam Chen, and rolled up her thin sleeve.

He removed the needle cap, calmly expelled the air, then located the vein and steadily inserted the life-saving needle, slowly pushing in the medication.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment.

Everyone in the courtyard held their breath, staring intently at the small syringe in his hand.

A miracle happened a few seconds later.

Grandma Chen's violent convulsions began to subside gradually.

The terrifying bluish-purple hue, like the receding tide, slowly faded from her face, gradually restoring a trace of color.

Although he remained unconscious, the faint, gasping breaths of his dying body disappeared, replaced by a weak but steady and regular breathing.

He's alive!

Zhang Huilan and Chen Zhongwen's legs went weak, and they almost collapsed to the ground.

Gu Beichen let out a long breath, his forehead already covered with fine cold sweat.

The back of his military uniform was completely soaked with cold sweat and clung tightly to his body.

He carefully picked up his grandmother, laid her flat on the bed in the room, and then carefully covered her with a thin blanket.

After doing all this, he walked back into the courtyard.

The newspaper that caused the disaster was still lying on the ground next to the wicker chair, rustling in the wind.

The tension that had just subsided was instantly replaced by a cold, murderous aura.

This was not an accident.

This was absolutely a premeditated murder!

Gu Beichen went back into the house, found a pair of medical gloves and put them on before carefully picking up the newspaper.

The moment he picked up the newspaper, a very faint, almost imperceptible, special floral fragrance entered his nostrils.

This fragrance is very special; it's not the scent of ordinary flowers, but rather has a strange, cloying sweetness.

His brain was working at lightning speed.

My grandmother was perfectly fine before, but she suddenly fell ill after reading this newspaper.

The problem lies with this newspaper!

"Where did this newspaper come from?" He turned around and looked at Zhang Huilan, who was still in a daze.

"It was...it was just delivered by the postman. He said it was sent from the capital to my in-laws," Zhang Huilan replied in a trembling voice.

Beijing!

These two words, like a bolt of lightning, instantly illuminated all of Gu Beichen's thoughts.

Lin Wan'er!

Who else could it be but that woman who harbors deep-seated resentment towards Su Yue and everyone around her!

Gu Beichen carefully placed the fatal newspaper, along with the kraft paper envelope that wrapped it, into an evidence bag and sealed it securely.

He had to tell Su Yue this news immediately.

That woman has gone mad.

He strode into the study, picked up the red encrypted phone, skillfully cranked the handle, and requested a dedicated line to the Beijing Military Region Guesthouse.

After a long series of beeps, the call was finally connected.

"Hello?"

On the other end of the phone came Su Yue's clear and familiar voice.

Upon hearing that voice, Gu Beichen's lingering fear and resentment finally found a place to settle.

"Yueyue, it's me."

His voice was a little dry.

Something has happened.

Without any preamble, Gu Beichen recounted the terrifying scene that had just unfolded in the courtyard in the most concise language.

When Su Yue heard that her grandmother had suffered a sudden anaphylactic shock and almost died, her breath caught in her throat on the other end of the phone.

"How is Grandma now?" Her voice trembled slightly.

“You’re out of danger now. The injection you left behind worked.” Gu Beichen reassured her, then changed the subject, “I suspect someone tampered with the newspaper.”

"newspaper?"

"Yes, a newspaper sent from the capital."